‘What’s so funny?’ asked Daniel bemused.
‘Dermot – I’m sure he’s playing cupid.’ The champagne had loosened her tongue. Daniel stared into her eyes, making her stop still.
‘Does that bother you?’ he asked quietly, still looking into her.
‘Not at all.’ She matched his gaze. Neither of them spoke for a while, acknowledging what had been said. Daniel leant forward. Christie met him and their lips touched. It was the softest, most gentle of kisses, but such a connection. Daniel wanted her so much, he yearned for his skin to touch hers, to have that warm, comforting reassurance lying next to him.
‘Stay with me tonight,’ he whispered.
*
Together they discreetly made their way upstairs. Christie automatically opened her bedroom door. Daniel quietly followed behind her. His eyes darted around the room, which was softly lit by a bedside lamp. Stars shone in the dark night sky and the faint smell of honeysuckle wafted through the open window. He turned to face her. She looked striking and serene, totally at ease. So was he, knowing full well this was where he wanted to be.
‘Christie,’ he murmured, pulling her to him. She enveloped him in her arms, wanting more than anything to hold him. His lips found hers and they kissed hungrily, urgently, whilst undressing each other. Christie’s eyes devoured his toned body, then travelled down to his solid erection.
He in turn, drank in her smooth curves and firm breasts. He picked her up with ease and placed her gently on the bed. His mouth sank into her cleavage and he licked those freckles that he had so ached for. His tongue then covered her breasts before sucking hard, making her gasp in pleasure and run her hands through his hair. Daniel feverishly ran his hand down her body, over her thighs and nestled in between. Christie felt herself open as he separated her and began to gently probe. She arched her back as Daniel’s touch became more intimate, seeking more of her. She was greedy for him.
‘I want you,’ said a voice she hardly recognised as her own. Daniel groaned and slid between her legs.
Gradually he edged himself into her and gave a guttural moan as she clenched him. She felt hot and slick as he moved inside her, sending him wild.
Christie’s senses were swamped with emotion, feeling him glide in and out of her. She wanted him inside her and never to stop. He pushed harder and faster and cried out as she tensed and gripped him before releasing a shudder. He in turn let go and his climax surged from him. They both clung to each other in silence, then Daniel rolled onto his side and propped his head up, looking down at her.
‘Daniel, can I ask you a question?’ whispered Christie.
He frowned. ‘Yes.’
‘I heard you crying the other night through the wall. Why?’
Daniel froze. He’d been rereading the solicitor’s letter with the details of the court hearing. Taking a deep breath, he sat up.
‘Perhaps it’s best if I show you.’ He then stood to dress himself.
Christie wondered what he was about to do and lay there in silence. ‘Just a minute.’ He left the room and returned soon after. ‘Here, read this.’ He handed her the letter. Christie sat up and scanned the writing in front of her. Oh my God. It was a custody hearing for Emily. It was scheduled for next week.
‘Oh, Daniel,’ she whimpered. Her eyes met his.
‘Emily could be taken from me, Christie. She could end up in Liverpool with her mum and that tosser boyfriend of hers.’ His voice cracked with emotion. Quickly Christie got up and hugged him.
‘It’ll be OK,’ she soothed, whilst inside her heart was breaking for him.
